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جمعه 1391/10/29 :: M J

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نوع مطلب : آر ال استاین، 
برچسب ها : دانلود کتاب های آر ال استاین، کتاب ماسک نفرین شده، دانلود رمان های ترسناک، رمان موبایل، رمان های نوجوان،
لینک های مرتبط :
پنجشنبه 1391/10/28 :: M J


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نوع مطلب : رمان ایرانی، 
برچسب ها : دانلود رمان زیبای از نفس افتاده از مریم حیدری، دانلود رمان عاشقانه، مریم حیدری،
لینک های مرتبط :
پنجشنبه 1391/10/28 :: M J


رمان مخصوص موبایل آیت من... | فاطمه.ف کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا

رمان مخصوص موبایل آیت من... | فاطمه.ف کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا نام کتاب : آیت من…

رمان مخصوص موبایل آیت من... | فاطمه.ف کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا نویسنده : فاطمه.ف کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا

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وقتی اسم امیر شایان فر می اومد همه تا کمر خم می شدن و در خدمت گذاری آماده. آیت برادرم ۵سالی از خودم بزرگتر بود. مدیرعامل یکی از شرکتای بابا بود. بعد از مرگ مادرم تنها همدم و یاورم آیت بود طوری که همه جا و هر لحظه مراقبم بود و نمی ذاشت آب تو دلم تکون بخوره. حالا بعد از ۱۸سال یعنی تو سن۲۰سالگی به ایران برگشتیم.. وطنم.. جایی که عاشقشم…
کسی چه می دونه چه چیزایی در انتظارمه؟..

 

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نوع مطلب : رمان ایرانی، 
برچسب ها : دانلود رمان کوتاه آیت من...، دانلود رمان عاشقانه،
لینک های مرتبط :
سه شنبه 1391/10/26 :: M J

پسر در حال دویدن...


زااااارت (صدای زمین خوردن)
رفیق پسر: اوه اوه ؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟چت شد؟ خاک بر سرت آبرومونو بردی ؟؟؟؟؟، پاشو ؟؟؟؟! (شپلخخخخخ "صدای پس گردنی")
یک رهگذر: چیزی مصرف کردی؟یکم کمتر میزدی خب!
یک خانوم جوان رهگذر: ایییییش پسر دست و پا چلفتیِ خنگ!


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دختر در حال راه رفتن...

دوفففففففسک (زمین خوردن به دلیل نقص فنی در قسمت پاشنه کفش)
رفیق دختر: آخ عزیزم خوبی؟ فدات شم! الهی بمیرم! چی شدی تو یهو؟ وااااااااااای...
یک رهگذر: دخترم خوبی؟ فشارت افتاده؟ میخوای برسونمت دکتری جایی؟
یک پسر جوان رهگذر: ای وای خانوم حالتون خوبه؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟
من ماشینم همینجا پارکه یه لحظه وایسین،با این وضع که دیگه نمیتونین پیاده برین





نوع مطلب : طنز، 
برچسب ها :
لینک های مرتبط :
چهارشنبه 1391/10/20 :: M J
عنوان : استراتژی های بقا (همکاری و درگیری در جوامع جانوری)
تالیف: راگویندرا گدگکر،
ترجمه: کاوه فیض اللهی
چاپ اول 1389


معرفی کتاب

«هیچ‌چیز در زیست‌شناسی معنایی ندارد مگر در پرتو تكامل.» این گفته زیست‌شناسان تكاملی تنها اخیرا در رفتارشناسی (ethology) یا علم بررسی رفتار جانوران معنا یافته است. با این‌حال نتیجه‌اش چشمگیر بوده است. بسیاری از ابعاد رفتار جانوران، به‌ویژه جانوران اجتماعی، كه معماگونه به نظر می‌رسید یا بدون آنكه به درستی درك شود صرفا قابل توصیف بود، اكنون دارای منطقی به نظر می‌آید. برای نخستین بار حقیقتا می‌توانیم بپرسیم چرا یك جانور فلان كار را انجام می‌دهد. در این كتاب تلاش شده است این رویداد هیجان‌انگیز به زبان ساده و تا جایی كه امكان دارد فارغ از اصطلاحات فنی ناآشنا بازگو شود. سعی شده مردم عادی از تمام اقشار جامعه را مخاطب قرار دهد؛ تنها شرط لازم برای خواندن این کتاب، كنجكاوی درباره طبیعت است.

در این گزارش جذاب و دلچسب از مبانی تكاملی رفتار اجتماعی جانوران بیان می‌شود كه چرا جانوران كوچك و بزرگ به شیوه‌هایی چنین جذاب و به ظاهر پیچیده رفتار میكنند. زیست‌شناسان و رفتارشناسان تنها در سال‌های اخیر كاربرد دقیق اندیشه‌های تكاملی در بررسی جوامع جانوری را آغاز كرده و به نتایج چشمگیری دست یافته‌اند. این كتاب گزیده‌ای از این یافته‌ها را همراه با گنجینه خارق‌العاده‌ای از دریافت‌ها درباره راهكارهای بی‌شماری كه برای تداوم نوع در جانوران شكل گرفته، عرضه می‌كند.
راجاوندرا گاداكار با قلمی جذاب، به بررسی استراتژی‌های همكاری و درگیری كه جانوران- از شیرهای باشكوه گرفته تا زنبورهای ابتدایی كارگر- هنگام انتخاب جفت، پرورش فرزندان، ارتباط با دیگران و ایجاد تقسیم كار لازم برای تغذیه، محافظت از گروه و دفاع از قلمرو برمی‌گزینند، می‌پردازد. این كتاب در مورد بسیاری از رفتارهای متفاوتی كه در دنیای جانوران با آنها روبه‌رو می‌شویم، چه آنگاه كه به پرندگان می‌پردازد و چه آنگاه كه به زنبورها، توصیف‌هایی عالی و تبیین‌هایی روشن ارائه می‌كند. از جمله آنکه چرا سنجاب زمینی- با آنكه امنیت خودش به خطر می‌افتد- آوای هشدار سر می‌دهد تا سنجاب‌های دیگر را از نزدیك شدن خطر آگاه كند؛ چرا لارو مورچه بافنده برای لانه‌سازی ابریشم اهدا می‌كند؛ چرا موش‌های خانگی فرزندان خود را در یك كودكستان اشتراكی بزرگ می‌كنند؛ و چگونه جانوران، خویشاوندان خود را كه می‌خواهند از آنها حمایت یا پرهیز كنند، تشخیص می‌دهند.


فهرست مطالب

یادداشت مترجم

پیش گفتار

1. جانوران اجتماعی چیستند؟

2. تکامل، سرهم بندی ابدی

3. در ژن هاست

4. جانوران اجتماعی با یکدیگر چه میکنند؟

5. معمای فداکاری

6. آیا جانوران طرف خویشاوندان شان را میگیرند؟

7. جامعه یک وسپ ابتدایی

8. بازی هایی که جانوران میکنند

9. تعادل ظریف میان همکاری و درگیری

10. برخی توضیحات و نتیجه گیری ها

پیوست: راگویندرا گدگکر کیست؟

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نوع مطلب : کتاب های علمی، 
برچسب ها : کتاب استرتژی های بقا، کتاب های علمی، کتاب های زیست شناسی،
لینک های مرتبط :
شنبه 1391/10/16 :: M J

Paradise Lost

By John Milton, 1667

Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,
Sing, Heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed
In the beginning how the heavens and earth
Rose out of Chaos: or, if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa’s brook that flowed
Fast by the oracle of God, I thence
Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above th’ Aonian mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer
Before all temples th’ upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for thou know’st; thou from the first
Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread,
Dove-like sat’st brooding on the vast Abyss,
And mad’st it pregnant: what in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support;
That, to the height of this great argument,
I may assert Eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.
Say first—for Heaven hides nothing from thy view,
Nor the deep tract of Hell—say first what cause
Moved our grand parents, in that happy state,
Favoured of Heaven so highly, to fall off
From their Creator, and transgress his will
For one restraint, lords of the World besides.
Who first seduced them to that foul revolt?
Th’ infernal Serpent; he it was whose guile,
Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived
The mother of mankind, what time his pride
Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host
Of rebel Angels, by whose aid, aspiring
To set himself in glory above his peers,
He trusted to have equalled the Most High,
If he opposed, and with ambitious aim
Against the throne and monarchy of God,
Raised impious war in Heaven and battle proud,
With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power
Hurled headlong flaming from th’ ethereal sky,
With hideous ruin and combustion, down
To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
In adamantine chains and penal fire,
Who durst defy th’ Omnipotent to arms.
Nine times the space that measures day and night
To mortal men, he, with his horrid crew,
Lay vanquished, rolling in the fiery gulf,
Confounded, though immortal. But his doom
Reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought

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نوع مطلب : کتاب های زبان اصلی، 
برچسب ها : دانلود کتاب Paradise Lost از John Milton، Paradise Lost، John Milton، دانلود کتاب های انگلیسی،
لینک های مرتبط :
جمعه 1391/10/15 :: M J

رمان ایرانی و عاشقانه رهایت می کنم | بی بی گل کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا

رمان ایرانی و عاشقانه رهایت می کنم | بی بی گل کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا نام کتاب : رهایت میکنم

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رمان ایرانی و عاشقانه رهایت می کنم | بی بی گل کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا حجم کتاب : ۲٫۸۲ مگا بایت

رمان ایرانی و عاشقانه رهایت می کنم | بی بی گل کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا تعداد صفحات : ۱۹۲

رمان ایرانی و عاشقانه رهایت می کنم | بی بی گل کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا خلاصه داستان :

دختری به نام سحا از یه خانواده متوسط ولی سرشناس، سال اول توی کنکور قبول نمی شه و شرایطی براش پیش میاد که توی یه شرکت تبلیغاتی بزرگ که متعلق به یکی از آشناهاشونه مشغول به کار بشه … و توی شرکت اتفاقاتی براش میفته که مسیر زندگیش رو تغییر می ده و….

 

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بعد از کلیک بر روی دانلود کتاب ،10 ثانیه صبر کنید و روی که در بالا و وسط صفحه قرار دارد ، کلیک کنید تا به صفحه دانلود منتقل شوید.



نوع مطلب : رمان ایرانی، 
برچسب ها : دانلود رمان عاشقانه، دانلود رمان رهایت می کنم، دانلود و معرفی رمان های جدید ایرانی،
لینک های مرتبط :
جمعه 1391/10/15 :: M J

رمان ایرانی و عاشقانه ابریشم و عشق | لیلین کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا

رمان ایرانی و عاشقانه ابریشم و عشق | لیلین کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا نام کتاب : ابریشم و عشق

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رمان ایرانی و عاشقانه ابریشم و عشق | لیلین کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا حجم کتاب : ۶٫۱۳ مگا بایت

رمان ایرانی و عاشقانه ابریشم و عشق | لیلین کاربر انجمن نودهشتیا تعداد صفحات : ۴۲۲

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نوع مطلب : رمان ایرانی، 
برچسب ها : رمان های ایرانی، دانلور رمان عاشقانه، معرفی رمان های ایرانی و عاشقانه، رمان ابریشم و عشق، رمان عاشقانه ی ابریشم و عشق،
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چهارشنبه 1391/10/13 :: M J

Women In Love

By D. H. Lawrence, 1920


Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father’s house in Beldover, working and talking. Ursula was stitching a piece of brightly-coloured embroidery, and Gudrun was drawing upon a board which she held on her knee. They were mostly silent, talking as their thoughts strayed through their minds.

‘Ursula,’ said Gudrun, ‘don’t you REALLY WANT to get married?’ Ursula laid her embroidery in her lap and looked up. Her face was calm and considerate.

‘I don’t know,’ she replied. ‘It depends how you mean.’

Gudrun was slightly taken aback. She watched her sister for some moments.

‘Well,’ she said, ironically, ‘it usually means one thing! But don’t you think anyhow, you’d be—‘ she darkened slightly—‘in a better position than you are in now.’

A shadow came over Ursula’s face.

‘I might,’ she said. ‘But I’m not sure.’

Again Gudrun paused, slightly irritated. She wanted to be quite definite.

‘You don’t think one needs the EXPERIENCE of having been married?’ she asked.

‘Do you think it need BE an experience?’ replied Ursula.

‘Bound to be, in some way or other,’ said Gudrun, coolly. ‘Possibly undesirable, but bound to be an experience of some sort.’

‘Not really,’ said Ursula. ‘More likely to be the end of experience.’

Gudrun sat very still, to attend to this

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نوع مطلب : کتاب های زبان اصلی، 
برچسب ها : Women In Love، دانلود کتاب Women In Love، دانلود کتاب های انگلیسی، D. H. Lawrence، دانلود کتاب های D. H. Lawrence،
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یکشنبه 1391/10/10 :: M J

Anna Karenina

By Leo Tolstoy , 1865

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys’ house. The wife had discovered that the husband was carrying on an intrigue with a French girl, who had been a governess in their family, and she had announced to her husband that she could not go on living in the same house with him. This position of affairs had now lasted three days, and not only the husband and wife themselves, but all the members of their family and household, were painfully conscious of it. Every person in the house felt that there was no sense in their living together, and that the stray people brought together by chance in any inn had more in common with one another than they, the members of the family and household of the Oblonskys. The wife did not leave her own room, the husband had not been at home for three days. The children ran wild all over the house; the English governess quarreled with the housekeeper, and wrote to a friend asking her to look out for a new situation for her; the man-cook had walked off the day before just at dinner time; the kitchen-maid, and the coachman had given warning.

Three days after the quarrel, Prince Stepan Arkadyevitch Oblonsky—Stiva, as he was called in the fashionable world— woke up at his usual hour, that is, at eight o’clock in the morning, not in his wife’s bedroom, but on the leather-covered sofa in his study. He turned over his stout, well-cared-for person on the springy sofa, as though he would sink into a long sleep again; he vigorously embraced the pillow on the other side and buried his face in it; but all at once he jumped up, sat up on the sofa, and opened his eyes.

‘Yes, yes, how was it now?’ he thought, going over his dream. ‘Now, how was it? To be sure! Alabin was giving a dinner at Darmstadt; no, not Darmstadt, but something American. Yes, but then, Darmstadt was in America. Yes, Alabin was giving a dinner on glass tables, and the tables sang, Il mio tesoro—not Il mio tesoro though, but something better, and there were some sort of little decanters on the table, and they were women, too,’ he remembered.

Stepan Arkadyevitch’s eyes twinkled gaily, and he pondered with a smile. ‘Yes, it was nice, very nice. There was a great deal more that was delightful, only there’s no putting it into words, or even expressing it in one’s thoughts awake.’ And noticing a gleam of light peeping in beside one of the serge curtains, he cheerfully dropped his feet over the edge of the sofa, and felt about with them for his slippers, a present on his last birthday, worked for him by his wife on gold-colored morocco. And, as he had done every day for the last nine years, he stretched out his hand, without getting up, towards the place where his dressing-gown always hung in his bedroom. And thereupon he suddenly remembered that he was not sleeping in his wife’s room, but in his study, and why: the smile vanished from his face, he knitted his brows.

‘Ah, ah, ah! Oo!...’ he muttered, recalling everything that had happened. And again every detail of his quarrel with his wife was present to his imagination, all the hopelessness of his position, and worst of all, his own fault.

‘Yes, she won’t forgive me, and she can’t forgive me. And the most awful thing about it is that it’s all my fault—all my fault, though I’m not to blame. That’s the point of the whole situation,’ he reflected. ‘Oh, oh, oh!’ he kept repeating in despair, as he remembered the acutely painful sensations caused him by this quarrel





نوع مطلب : کتاب های زبان اصلی، 
برچسب ها : Anna Karenina، دانلود کتاب های لئون تولستوی، دانلود کتاب آنا کارنینا، Leo Tolstoy، دانلود کتاب های انگلیسی،
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سه شنبه 1391/10/5 :: M J

The Brothers Karamazov

By Fyodor Dostoevsky, 1880


Fyodor Pavlovitch made her an offer; inquiries were made about him and he was refused. But again, as in his first marriage, he proposed an elopement to the orphan girl. There is very little doubt that she would not on any account have married him if she had known a little more about him in time. But she lived in another province; besides, what could a little girl of sixteen know about it, except that she would be better at the bottom of the river than remaining with her benefactress. So the poor child exchanged a benefactress for a benefactor. Fyodor Pavlovitch did not get a penny this time, for the general’s widow was furious. She gave them nothing and cursed them both. But he had not reckoned on a dowry; what allured him was the remarkable beauty of the innocent girl, above all her innocent appearance, which had a peculiar attraction for a vicious profligate, who had hitherto admired only the coarser types of feminine beauty.

‘Those innocent eyes slit my soul up like a razor,’ he used to say afterwards, with his loathsome snigger. In a man so depraved this might, of course, mean no more than sensual attraction. As he had received no dowry with his wife, and had, so to speak, taken her ‘from the halter,’ he did not stand on ceremony with her. Making her feel that she had ‘wronged’ him, he took advantage of her phenomenal meekness and submissiveness to trample on the elementary decencies of marriage. He gathered loose women into his house, and carried on orgies of debauchery in his wife’s presence. To show what a pass things had come to, I may mention that Grigory, the gloomy, stupid, obstinate, argumentative servant, who had always hated his first mistress, Adelaida Ivanovna, took the side of his new mistress. He championed her cause, abusing Fyodor Pavlovitch in a manner little befitting a servant, and on one occasion broke up the revels and drove all the disorderly women out of the house. In the end this unhappy young woman, kept in terror from her childhood, fell into that kind of nervous disease which is most frequently found in peasant women who are said to be ‘possessed by devils.’ At times after terrible fits of hysterics she even lost her reason. Yet she bore Fyodor Pavlovitch two sons, Ivan and Alexey, the eldest in the first year of marriage and the second three years later. When she died, little Alexey was in his fourth year, and, strange as it seems, I know that he remembered his mother all his life, like a dream, of course. At her death almost exactly the same thing happened to the two little boys as to their elder brother, Mitya. They were completely forgotten and abandoned by their father. They were looked after by the same Grigory and lived in his cottage, where they were found by the tyrannical old lady who had brought up their mother. She was still alive, and had not, all those eight years, forgotten the insult done her. All that time she was obtaining exact information as to her Sofya’s manner of life, and hearing of her illness and hideous surroundings she declared aloud two or three times to her retainers:

‘It serves her right. God has punished her for her ingratitude.’

Exactly three months after Sofya Ivanovna’s death the general’s widow suddenly appeared in our town, and went straight to Fyodor Pavlovitch’s house. She spent only half an hour in the town but she did a great deal. It was evening. Fyodor Pavlovitch, whom she had not seen for those eight years, came in to her drunk. The story is that instantly upon seeing him, without any sort of explanation, she gave him two good, resounding slaps on the face, seized him by a tuft of hair, and shook him three times up and down. Then, without a word, she went straight to the cottage to the two boys. Seeing, at the first glance, that they were unwashed and in dirty linen, she promptly gave Grigory, too, a box on the ear, and announcing that she would carry off both the children she wrapped them just as they were in a rug, put them in the carriage, and drove off to her own town. Grigory accepted the blow like a devoted slave, without a word, and when he escorted the old lady to her carriage he made her a low bow and pronounced impressively that, ‘God would repay her for orphans.’ ‘You are a blockhead all the same,’ the old lady shouted to him as she drove away

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نوع مطلب : کتاب های زبان اصلی، 
برچسب ها : The Brothers Karamazov، Fyodor Dostoevsky، دانلود کتاب برادران کارامازوف، دانلود کتاب های انگلیسی،
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شنبه 1391/10/2 :: M J

Down and Out in Paris and London


By George Orwell, 1933


There were eccentric characters in the hotel. The Paris slums are a gathering-place for eccentric people—people who have fallen into solitary, half-mad grooves of life and given up trying to be normal or decent. Poverty frees them from ordinary standards of behaviour, just as money frees people from work. Some of the lodgers in our hotel lived lives that were curious beyond words.

There were the Rougiers, for instance, an old, ragged, dwarfish couple who plied an extraordinary trade. They used to sell postcards on the Boulevard St Michel. The curious thing was that the postcards were sold in sealed packets as pornographic ones, but were actually photographs of chateaux on the Loire; the buyers did not discover this till too late, and of course never complained. The Rougiers earned about a hundred francs a week, and by strict economy managed to be always half starved and half drunk. The filth of their room was such that one could smell it on the floor below. According to Madame F., neither of the Rougiers had taken off their clothes for four years.

Or there was Henri, who worked in the sewers. He was a tall, melancholy man with curly hair, rather romantic-looking in his long, sewer-man’s boots. Henri’s peculiarity was that he did not speak, except for the purposes of work, literally for days together. Only a year before he had been a chauffeur in good employ and saving money. One day he fell in love, and when the girl refused him he lost his temper and kicked her. On being kicked the girl fell desperately in love with Henri, and for a fortnight they lived together and spent a thousand francs of Henri’s money. Then the girl was unfaithful; Henri planted a knife in her upper arm and was sent to prison for six months. As soon as she had been stabbed the girl fell more in love with Henri than ever, and the two made up their quarrel and agreed that when Henri came out of jail he should buy a taxi and they would marry and settle down. But a fortnight later the girl was unfaithful again, and when Henri came out she was with child, Henri did not stab her again. He drew out all his savings and went on a drinking-bout that ended in another month’s imprisonment; after that he went to work in the sewers. Nothing would induce Henri to talk. If you asked him why he worked in the sewers he never answered, but simply crossed his wrists to signify handcuffs, and jerked his head southward, towards the prison. Bad luck seemed to have turned him half-witted in a single day.

Or there was R., an Englishman, who lived six months of the year in Putney with his parents and six months in France. During his time in France he drank four litres of wine a day, and six litres on Saturdays; he had once travelled as far as the Azores, because the wine there is cheaper than anywhere in Europe. He was a gentle, domesticated creature, never rowdy or quarrelsome, and never sober. He would lie in bed till midday, and from then till midnight he was in his comer of the BISTRO, quietly and methodically soaking. While he soaked he talked, in a refined, womanish voice, about antique furniture. Except myself, R. was the only Englishman in the quarter.

There were plenty of other people who lived lives just as eccentric as these: Monsieur Jules, the Roumanian, who had a glass eye and would not admit it, Furex the Liniousin stonemason, Roucolle the miser—he died before my time, though—old Laurent the rag-merchant, who used to copy his signature from a slip of paper he carried in his pocket. It would be fun to write some of their biographies, if one had time. I am trying to describe the people in our quarter, not for the mere curiosity, but because they are all part of the story. Poverty is what I am writing about, and I had my first contact with poverty in this slum. The slum, with its dirt and its queer lives, was first an object-lesson in poverty, and then the background of my own experiences. It is for that reason that I try to give some idea of what life was like there





نوع مطلب : کتاب های زبان اصلی، 
برچسب ها : Down and Out in Paris and London، George Orwell، دانلود کتاب های انگلیسی،
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شنبه 1391/10/2 :: M J

The Picture of Dorian Gray

By Oscar Wilde, 1890



Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows, and looked at him in amazement through the thin blue wreaths of smoke that curled up in such fanciful whorls from his heavy opium-tainted cigarette. ‘Not send it anywhere? My dear fellow, why? Have you any reason? What odd chaps you painters are! You do anything in the world to gain a reputation. As soon as you have one, you seem to want to throw it away. It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. A portrait like this would set you far above all the young men in England, and make the old men quite jealous, if old men are ever capable of any emotion.’

‘I know you will laugh at me,’ he replied, ‘but I really can’t exhibit it. I have put too much of myself into it.’

Lord Henry stretched his long legs out on the divan and shook with laughter.

‘Yes, I knew you would laugh; but it is quite true, all the same.’

‘Too much of yourself in it! Upon my word, Basil, I didn’t know you were so vain; and I really can’t see any resemblance between you, with your rugged strong face and your coal-black hair, and this young Adonis, who looks as if he was made of ivory and rose-leaves. Why, my dear Basil, he is a Narcissus, and you—well, of course you have an intellectual expression, and all that. But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself an exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then in the Church they don’t think. A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to say when he was a boy of eighteen, and consequently he always looks absolutely delightful. Your mysterious young friend, whose name you have never told me, but whose picture really fascinates me, never thinks. I feel quite sure of that. He is a brainless, beautiful thing, who should be always here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here in summer when we want something to chill our intelligence. Don’t flatter yourself, Basil: you are not in the least like him.’

‘You don’t understand me, Harry. Of course I am not like him. I know that perfectly well. Indeed, I should be sorry to look like him. You shrug your shoulders? I am telling you the truth. There is a fatality about all physical and intellectual distinction, the sort of fatality that seems to dog through history the faltering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from one’s fellows. The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit quietly and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live, undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet. They neither bring ruin upon others nor ever receive it from alien hands. Your rank and wealth, Harry; my brains, such as they are,—my fame, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray’s good looks,—we will all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.’

‘Dorian Gray? is that his name?’ said Lord Henry, walking across the studio towards Basil Hallward.

‘Yes; that is his name. I didn’t intend to tell it to you.’

‘But why not?’

‘Oh, I can’t explain. When I like people immensely I never tell their names to any one. It seems like surrendering a part of them. You know how I love secrecy. It is the only thing that can make modern life wonderful or mysterious to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life. I suppose you think me awfully foolish about it?’

‘Not at all,’ answered Lord Henry, laying his hand upon his shoulder; ‘not at all, my dear Basil. You seem to forget that I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception necessary for both parties. I never know where my wife is, and my wife never knows what I am doing. When we meet,—we do meet occasionally, when we dine out together, or go down to the duke’s,— we tell each other the most absurd stories with the most serious faces. My wife is very good at it,—much better, in fact, than I am. She never gets confused over her dates, and I always do. But when she does find me out, she makes no row at all. I sometimes wish she would; but she merely laughs at me.’

‘I hate the way you talk about your married life, Harry,’ said Basil Hallward, shaking his hand off, and strolling towards the door that led into the garden. ‘I believe that you are really a very good husband, but that you are thoroughly ashamed of your own virtues. You are an extraordinary fellow. You never say a moral thing, and you never do a wrong thing. Your cynicism is simply a pose.’





نوع مطلب : کتاب های زبان اصلی، 
برچسب ها : The Picture of Dorian Gray، دانلود رمان خارجی، دانلود کتاب انگلیسی، دانلود کتاب زبان اصلی The Picture of Dorian Gray،
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